Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.